My Hair Still Smells of Honey
My hair still smells of honey,
Though the jars have been capped
And put away, and the pot
Has been cleaned and dried.
I know how you hate to let things rot
Or get thrown away, so to soften
The honey, and make it run again,
What you do is, as often
As needed, set the jar,
Glass or plastic, on a rack
In a pot of boiling water, far
From the flame, and let the steam
Do the work. But what was different
This time was the way I was able to lean
Over you and kiss you as you stirred.